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Nope, still alive. Also made it through the whole officer training deal, somehow.
Gonna ship out to Officer Basic Course for a few months and off to the DMZ here I go
If you want to know details: 25th ("Drakes") Inf. Division, Artillery Regiment, Forward Observer @ FEBA-A (Forward Edge of Battle Area)
Training sucked balls. Too damned hot, too damned cold, too rainy, too snowy, not enough water, etc. etc. Nearly failed pathfinding because a centipede the size of my fist fell on my face and I screamed like a little girl, alerting every hostile in a 5-kilometer radius of my position. Walked 100km with 30kg pack for around 23 hours or so, which was the most painful experience of my life. Collapsed immediately afterwards which was embarrassing.
I did manage to excel at one thing though: marksmanship. Best in the regiment. Sniped human-sized targets 550m away with just iron sights with my K2. Instructors loved me for that.
Crippling clinical depression and lack of self-worth worked itself out, with the help of antidepressants. Yes I still like ponies. My waifu is a pony and I have a dagger, a rifle, and an infinite scorn in my heart for everyone that doesn't (I may be mentally unstable).
It's kinda sad that you gentlemen aren't around anymore. I'm not even sure if half-life 3 would revive this place to its former glory.
Anyway, pictures:
Yours truly, talking about racial purity and the need for living space for the pure Korean race.
Looking at something to the left
Far right. The guy in the middle is a marine and therefore a hardcore piece of
I know they're pretty crappy quality pics, should have got a DSLR or something. I don't have photos of training since no outside contact/electronics/etc.
Gonna ship out to Officer Basic Course for a few months and off to the DMZ here I go
If you want to know details: 25th ("Drakes") Inf. Division, Artillery Regiment, Forward Observer @ FEBA-A (Forward Edge of Battle Area)
Training sucked balls. Too damned hot, too damned cold, too rainy, too snowy, not enough water, etc. etc. Nearly failed pathfinding because a centipede the size of my fist fell on my face and I screamed like a little girl, alerting every hostile in a 5-kilometer radius of my position. Walked 100km with 30kg pack for around 23 hours or so, which was the most painful experience of my life. Collapsed immediately afterwards which was embarrassing.
I did manage to excel at one thing though: marksmanship. Best in the regiment. Sniped human-sized targets 550m away with just iron sights with my K2. Instructors loved me for that.
Crippling clinical depression and lack of self-worth worked itself out, with the help of antidepressants. Yes I still like ponies. My waifu is a pony and I have a dagger, a rifle, and an infinite scorn in my heart for everyone that doesn't (I may be mentally unstable).
It's kinda sad that you gentlemen aren't around anymore. I'm not even sure if half-life 3 would revive this place to its former glory.
Anyway, pictures:
Yours truly, talking about racial purity and the need for living space for the pure Korean race.
Looking at something to the left
Far right. The guy in the middle is a marine and therefore a hardcore piece of
I know they're pretty crappy quality pics, should have got a DSLR or something. I don't have photos of training since no outside contact/electronics/etc.